Get Smashed Up (feat. Lex & Thirty & Seven O.D.)

Guns'll blow for sure if you fuck with I
Bad dude attitude, don't touch the guy
Hard hitter, Henny sipper, never fuck with lie
No top, hard drop, me flying by
SC 430, four cars back to back
Seven Lex, fast and thirty

Reflective tints, dog you been hectic since
You didn't have to be rich to fuck with Prince
I'm one of a kind, but not hard to find
In the hood near you with a dirty nine
I blast it, check full of zeros, cash it
Half to splurge, the other half ran up, fuck stash it
It's nothing, just get it back double amount

'Cause the flow delivers more than a paper route

'Cause I ain't big in your streets you having doubts
The hand wanna clear them streets you yap about

Let me talk to y'all niggas on some gangsta shit
I'm not a gang member nor a Blood or Crip
I pop slugs, jump out the whip and dip
God speed, cock these, you stiff as shit
Swiss bust, shit bust and piss out Cris'

Fuck you need slimmy for, money and shit?

A lot of motherfuckers didn't want this to happen
Afraid of platinum, knew that the money ain't gotta back 'em
Trap 'em, jumping out the .45 laughing
Heads crashing 'cause they didn't see something flashing
Forever smashing, mad cash with a passion
The last supper, motherfuckers get a ration
Black Chuckers in case the steps in the ruckus
Dutches, Moët sipping, dripping in my clutches
Clear the speaker, shorty ear getting weaker
Then I sneak her in the back seat then I freak her

Get your gats out

Get smashed out
Get 'em where you fit a nigga
Kick gutter, hit a nigga
Break something, frag something
Fuck this motherfucker out
Get your gats out

Get smashed out

Get 'em where you fit a nigga
Kick gutter, hit a nigga
Break something, frag something
Turn this motherfucker out

I hit you with the same number of shots you got on your throwback
Nigga try to front on me, what? Hold that
I choke you by your neck until your throat turns bowling
Everything I touch turn platinum or stolen
A nigga shitting on me get gats in the colon
Can't talk about it 'cause the case is still going

Got a problem with me then get it in the open
Cement shoes, you'll be swimming in the ocean
Stick finger, I'm from Southside Queens

Probably be dead broke without y'all fiends
Probably be straight bitch without y'all team
I ain't sick foot out the door without that thing
Come with the hood and go wild in the place
Take everything cool and that smile off your face

Blast off, niggas in here get clapped off
It'll go through your chest and tear your back off

First of all I ain't concerned with you jerks
Fuck your block, fuck your court dates
I ain't concerned with your dirt

Half of y'all rappers bitch
Half-ass gangsters, Lee nail niggas with a gun in your skirt
Haters cock skin in my cell units
If I only sell one record I'm still
Gon' leave these streets influenced

I ain't the type to talk, run right beside ya
One shot, half clip, whole clip inside ya
Give it up when I need weight
When your jewels like broken rollerblades
Ain't nothing but cheapskates
Y'all candy bars can't hurt me
Nigga I'm hot, your sixteen sweeter than a female's birthday
My bars punch tracks with chin checks
I been best, Lex flow break necks
Nastier than incest, the industry is doomed

'Cause I live in the studio and I ain't talking a crib with no room

Get your gats out

Get smashed out
Get 'em where you fit a nigga
Kick gutter, hit a nigga
Break something, frag something
Fuck this motherfucker out
Get your gats out

Get smashed out

Get 'em where you fit a nigga
Kick gutter, hit a nigga
Break something, frag something
Turn this motherfucker out

Uh, uh, Sticky Fingaz
R-R-Rio
ATM
Dickie the Money
Lex and thirty
What, what, what, what, what, what, what
Straight up, straight up
You know, this shit is all theatrical 'cause

I don't cock no guns, nigga
My shit always one in the head, nigga
Always just fucking strip of the safety, nigga
Think about it like that, nigga
You a fucking flip of the safety away from being dead

So get your gats out
You get fucked up
Sticky, Lex and dirty, Rio, ATM, what